I’m reading what “school” means in dystopian hell holes like NYC – kids are told not to talk and have to stare straight ahead at lunch, they are yelled at for touching a friend, they are not allowed to approach anybody, play or talk – and it confirms to me that the only place to live is in a small town in deep-red country.
There’s already a deep divide by political party. Imagine what it’s going to be like when the kids who had a normal childhood playing tag, eating lunch with friends, drawing maps and looking for treasures, licking the same lollipop with a bunch of best buddies, and having neighborhood barbecues grow up and have to share the country with the kids who had to stare straight ahead and sing songs about masks. Even within the same state, it’s all about how your zip code votes. I’m in Illinois but we are a deep-red dot, and this is what gives our children a happy, normal childhood.

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